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deeply not to hate me。 He received me with the polite coldness that
makes every word and gesture seem an insult； he looked so ill at ease
that I pitied him。 I blushed for this pettiness amid grandeur； and
penuriousness surrounded by luxury。 He began to talk to me of his
heavy losses in the three per cents； and then I told him the object of
my visit。 The change in his manners； hitherto glacial； which now
gradually； became affectionate； disgusted me。
〃Well； he called upon the countess； and completely eclipsed me with
her。
〃On him Foedora exercised spells and witcheries unheard of； she drew
him into her power； and arranged her whole mysterious business with
him； I was left out； I heard not a word of it； she had made a tool of
me！ She did not seem to be aware of my existence while my cousin was
present； she received me less cordially perhaps than when I was first
presented to her。 One evening she chose to mortify me before the duke
by a look； a gesture； that it is useless to try to express in words。 I
went away with tears in my eyes； planning terrible and outrageous
schemes of vengeance without end。
〃I often used to go with her to the theatre。 Love utterly absorbed me
as I sat beside her； as I looked at her I used to give myself up to
the pleasure of listening to the music； putting all my soul into the
double joy of love and of hearing every emotion of my heart translated
into musical cadences。 It was my passion that filled the air and the
stage； that was triumphant everywhere but with my mistress。 Then I
would take Foedora's hand。 I used to scan her features and her eyes；
imploring of them some indication that one blended feeling possessed
us both； seeking for the sudden harmony awakened by the power of
music； which makes our souls vibrate in unison； but her hand was
passive； her eyes said nothing。
〃When the fire that burned in me glowed too fiercely from the face I
turned upon her； she met it with that studied smile of hers； the
conventional expression that sits on the lips of every portrait in
every exhibition。 She was not listening to the music。 The divine pages
of Rossini； Cimarosa； or Zingarelli called up no emotion； gave no
voice to any poetry in her life； her soul was a desert。
〃Foedora presented herself as a drama before a drama。 Her lorgnette
traveled restlessly over the boxes； she was restless too beneath the
apparent calm； fashion tyrannized over her； her box； her bonnet； her
carriage； her own personality absorbed her entirely。 My merciless
knowledge thoroughly tore away all my illusions。 If good breeding
consists in self…forgetfulness and consideration for others； in
constantly showing gentleness in voice and bearing； in pleasing
others； and in making them content in themselves； all traces of her
plebeian origin were not yet obliterated in Foedora； in spite of her
cleverness。 Her self…forgetfulness was a sham； her manners were not
innate but painfully acquired； her politeness was rather subservient。
And yet for those she singled out； her honeyed words expressed natural
kindness； her pretentious exaggeration was exalted enthusiasm。 I alone
had scrutinized her grimacings； and stripped away the thin rind that
sufficed to conceal her real nature from the world； her trickery no
longer deceived me； I had sounded the depths of that feline nature。 I
blushed for her when some donkey or other flattered and complimented
her。 And yet I loved her through it all！ I hoped that her snows would
melt with the warmth of a poet's love。 If I could only have made her
feel all the greatness that lies in devotion； then I should have seen
her perfected； she would have been an angel。 I loved her as a man； a
lover； and an artist； if it had been necessary not to love her so that
I might win her； some cool…headed coxcomb； some self…possessed
calculator would perhaps have had an advantage over me。 She was so
vain and sophisticated； that the language of vanity would appeal to
her； she would have allowed herself to be taken in the toils of an
intrigue； a hard； cold nature would have gained a complete ascendency
over her。 Keen grief had pierced me to my very soul； as she
unconsciously revealed her absolute love of self。 I seemed to see her
as she one day would be； alone in the world； with no one to whom she
could stretch her hand； with no friendly eyes for her own to meet and
rest upon。 I was bold enough to set this before her one evening； I
painted in vivid colors her lonely； sad； deserted old age。 Her comment
on this prospect of so terrible a revenge of thwarted nature was
horrible。
〃 'I shall always have money；' she said； 'and with money we can always
inspire such sentiments as are necessary for our comfort in those
about us。'
〃I went away confounded by the arguments of luxury； by the reasoning
of this woman of the world in which she lived； and blamed myself for
my infatuated idolatry。 I myself had not loved Pauline because she was
poor； and had not the wealthy Foedora a right to repulse Raphael？
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it。 A
specious voice said within me； 'Foedora is neither attracted to nor
repulses any one； she has her liberty； but once upon a time she sold
herself to the Russian count； her husband or her lover； for gold。 But
temptation is certain to enter into her life。 Wait till that moment
comes！' She lived remote from humanity； in a sphere apart； in a hell
or a heaven of her own； she was neither frail nor virtuous。 This
feminine enigma in embroideries and cashmeres had brought into play
every emotion of the human heart in mepride； ambition； love；
curiosity。
〃There was a craze just then for praising a play at a little Boulevard
theatre； prompted perhaps by a wish to appear original that besets us
all； or due to some freak of fashion。 The countess showed some signs
of a wish to see the floured face of the actor who had so delighted
several people of taste； and I obtained the honor of taking her to a
first presentation of some wretched farce or other。 A box scarcely
cost five francs； but I had not a brass farthing。 I was but half…way
through the volume of Memoirs； I dared not beg for assistance of
Finot； and Rastignac； my providence； was away。 These constant
perplexities were the bane of my life。
〃We had once come out of the theatre when it was raining heavily；
Foedora had called a cab for me before I could escape from her show of
concern； she would not admit any of my excusesmy liking for wet
weather； and my wish to go to the gaming…table。 She did not read my
poverty in my embarrassed attitude； or in my forced jests。 My eyes
would redden； but she did not understand a look。 A young man's life is
at the mercy of the strangest whims！ At every revolution of the wheels
during the journey； thoughts that burned stirred in my heart。 I tried
to pull up a plank from the bottom of the vehicle； hoping to slip
through the hole into the street； but finding insuperable obstacles；